Twisted ➠ anakin skywalker x reader {2}

49.

The pain surged through her body. Palpatine had called for Majka to receive nerves in her mechanical limbs just to make sure she felt it everywhere. She was strapped into a chair. White light surrounding the black room, her sweat was heavy and thick.

They shaved her head. Which she really didn't mind much, it was the least painful of the tortures. She was starved. She had lost track of time. She was taken out of herself again. The words of a tortured man trickling down her neck of her failures. Telling her to feed off the pain.

She was able to break the straps of her chair out of the power she had infused from hate. Majka screamed a guttural noise in attempt to let out the anger inside. The Emperor prayed off of it.

"Good, My apprentice." He smiled.

She felt him. It was like his sharp fingers were trying to reach inside her ear. She shut him out. It was a mistake to teach her how to resist mind tricks.

"You've become very strong, Apprentice." The Emperor grimaced. He shook his head, the Emperor became afraid.

"Your decisions are what needs treatment." The Emperor pointed to his guards as they pushed the woman back down, sticking in a needle as they removed her mask. She faded off into a deep slumber.

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Anakin woke up to the food tray sliding through. He sat up and retrieved it, disappointed at the slob that was presented to him. He had lost track of time. She must be far away, he could barely feel her anymore.

Anakin hadn't been in an Imperial prison before. He didn't know if meals came once a day, twice, or three times. He had no way of telling whether the sun had risen or fallen, no clock. He decided to test patience.

Truthfully, his patience had met its limit after a few hours. When it came to his wife's safety he was easily provoked. But he held himself to his wife's deal. She needed to do this. She needed redemption. He would devise a plan for them in the meantime.

Once he had a plan, that would be when he breaks out. And that plan arose itself soon after as Anakin does when it comes to (Y/N), he'll do . He waited until he sensed his meal arriving. He grabbed the hand that gave him his meal.

"Hey!" The worker complained. But Anakin's grip was tight. The point was to agitate them enough to open the door.

It worked, after the fourth meal of trying. The worker cried out in unhappiness, bragging about the beating this lowlife would get. Anakin jumped up, clinging to the ceiling panels he curled up his knees to remain out of sight. When the man and his partner walked in, Anakin dropped down behind them sneaking back out into the hall.

"Where is he?" The man wondered, turning over the cold blanket.

"There!" His partner made eye contact with Anakin, turning around and pointing.

"I'd love to stay and chat, boys, but I don't think I'm really ready for that next step." Anakin made a sarcastic "yikes!" face. Then shut and lock the door with them inside.

They pounded on the door, but Anakin left them there. He stalked down the empty hall, he ducked behind as a group of stormtroopers walked past. Anakin clenched his jaw in concentration, he really needs to start thinking ahead.

He looked down and forgot, he also had a stormtrooper outfit from when (Y/N) snuck him in the first time. He thanked her for this right now. But he had no helmet, he left it in the cell which was dumb. So he stalked down lonely halls until he found an equipment closet, in there he found a dusty helmet.

He walked back out confidently then found himself needing information. He needed to know where (Y/N) was being held. He snuck into a room similar to the one they snuck into on the Death Star.

"Admiral Piett asked for a transmission." He made up an excuse for the commander to leave. Then only two workers were left between him and the information.

"Information transfer." Anakin made up, "Piett wants me to collect the pilots log, and the traveller log as far back as 3 months."

"We can send that over right now." The man didn't even question.

"It needs to be on a file and handed directly to me." Anakin urged.

"Why?" The woman working asked.

"I just deliver orders, I don't make them." Anakin made up on the spot. She nodded then continued to do what he asked.

"Let me just see some identification." She withdrew her hand after she finished scanning it onto a drive.

"Of course." He patted his armor for what that might be, forgetting the fact that he's a Jedi. Then remembering he is one of the most powerful Jedi alive, he followed suit.

"You will give me the drive." He waved his hand.

"I will give you the drive." She nodded, handing him the little piece of technology.

He ran out of there, they definitely know he's here now. He barely got halfway to the main Hangar before an alarm began sounding. It was going to seem impossible to fight through the swarm of stormtroopers coming, but if anyone could Anakin could.

He ran swiftly, every trooper in the station had orders to find him. He came across many troopers, repelling and reflecting every blast. The stakes were high and Anakin smiled, he really felt never more like himself except better, swifter, stronger, wiser. If he could escape the Death Star without a scratch, this was child's play.

Anakin threw off his stormtrooper helmet, it was holding him back. He did even better then that he could see. He would duck behind halls and close blast doors and finally found himself in the hangar. In it he found an ETA-2 Actis Class. He was lucky, these were rare among imperial ships. It looked exactly like (Y/N)'s old one from the war, it hadn't been painted over in black. It looked like it hadn't been used in ages. Considering the only other options were TIE fighters, it was a no brainer.

He opened it with the force and hopped in, blasts flew past his head as it did. He quickly closed the glass and started it as quickly as he could, putting up the shield as fast as he could. Blasters that the troopers had would do nothing anyway, they weren't powerful enough.

The blast doors began to close but he lifted off quickly. It was tight but he was able to squeeze out. He knew he needed to work fast to get the hyperdrive up, and get away as quickly as possible. But he soon realized why they hadn't touched it in years: the hyperdrive was broken.